Bottom line, when someone defensively says their way of writing is their style, then that usually means they're making an excuse for poor prose.
Perhaps to bring good into the world, she needed to mix a little evil in it first.
While every chapter should have goals to further the plot and delve our readers deeper into our world, there must be one goal above all else: Emotional Impact.
He towered over the Queen with his wings fanned out. Azrael realized he was threatening her, like a peacock intimidating its adversary.
A flock of angels are coming to see me...or a gaggle? A herd? No, they aren’t animals. A legion... That’s the word.
Gabriel smiled and his thumb grazed her cheek. She thought for a terrifying moment that he was going to kiss her
Gabriel drew the strength up his calves and thighs to spin himself in a dizzying turn. Most angels didn’t take the time to train their legs, but Gabriel wasn’t like most angels.
Gabriel: What’s the point of having power, if one cannot use it? What’s the point of immortality, if one cannot truly live?
While his body was left behind, his soul soared into the heavens. He did not pause at Celestia’s gates. No, that was not the true Celestial realm. Even as it floated among the skies and hosted its ang...
